Though I say “yes I see”, no I really don't see (is my smiley face still on?): beer (brewing and drinking), camping, eating, hugging trees, kiting, fishing, ironing, hiking, geocaching and munzing, painting (oils, emulsion and gloss), ranting, recording history as I see it. Days with family, days with friends, days with granddogs. Always an opinion (always wrong), and rarely a dull moment. Welcome to my world... remember - history is written by those who make the effort to write it.

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10 December 2014 (Wednesday) - Church Micros

I woke a little earlier
than I might have done today; my little dog was still snoring when I
got up. And he snored through my scoffing of brekkie too. I took him
for a little walk; he got up when he saw the lead.

As we walked we saw two
small dogs running loose in the street, follwed hot on their heels by
a barefoot rather "council-looking" woman in a
scruffy night dress. She was shrieking at the dogs; the more she
shrieked, the more they ran away. She then shrieked at me that
someone had left her back door open. I smiled sweetly, whilst
wondering exactly who might be leaving her back door open before 7am.
In my world I would have a rather short list of suspects.

Not being due in to work
until the late morning I set off on a geo-mission. Two new caches had
gone live in Folkestone on Monday and now (two days later)
they still remained unfound. So I drove off, had a rummage, and found
both. Both times I was First to Find. Double happy dance.

Since I was in Folkestone
I popped in to see the most recent fruit of my loin and the baby.
Whilst he's still very much a baby he's grown noticeably in this last
two months. I played with the littlun, had a cuppa, and then made my
way to work via four more geocaches.

I'm on something of a
geo-mission. Some geocaches are known as "church micros"
and I've recently found a list of who has found how many of these
particular ones. Out of tens of thousands of hunters of tupperware
the top five hundred are listed by name, and I was somewhat amazed to
find I was in that top five hundred. In four hundred and eighty first
position, but still up their on the leader board. Ahead of tens of
thousands of people who've been playing the silly game far longer
than I have. So I thought I might see just how far up that list I
could go. the two FTFs I got this morning were both church micros,
and a combination of looking on the map and rummaging in undergrowth
found me four more on the way to work.

I got to work with half
an hour to spare, so I had a quick sax practice. I get on far better
practicing my sax in the works car park than I ever do at home.
Whenever I get my sax out at home, whilst I'm setting up the music
stand a certain Patagonian Tripe-Hound always walks over, adopts the
sittng position and makes himself ready to howl at the first note.
And he then howls on my first note, which is rather distracting. I
had quite a good practice before work; and another at lunch break. I
need to practice that sax more...

And then I did some more
work. Contrary to popular opinion I do show up there from time to
time...